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In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where I was no longer comfortable identifying myself as a Mac user. Superficially, the relationship with my MacBook air had been rewarding. It lasted all day, ran the necessary few bits of commercial software I needed, and otherwise did a great job of pretending to be running unix. Also, I felt a pleasant sense of well-moderated individuality when my fellow developers and I exchanged knowing glances at our discreetly weathered, FP-inflected decal collections.

But there …

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